Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.